Another session of muck, sweat and muppetry. Contagious canklitis had now lamed Andrew, reluctantly he rerouted to Andy's treatment table leaving RG to survive Ralph Farah pace. Apprehension at the prospect of 5peaks and 6hrs was compounded by 30yrd visability and significant wind... internally and externally. We strode out of Meelmore Lodge 7.50am. Within five minutes we are struggling to pick up trails lines... eventally stumbled on Trassey track and made Hare's gap in an acceptable 30mins.
First slug of fluids and RG realised he was carrying old and well fermented 'cider'... every chance TTRG would be sozzled and unfit to drive home... and so the scene was set for yet another pantomime on the hills featuring the ugly sisters.
Sticking tight to the wall up the brutally steep Bearnagh before bracing for RGs nemisis and Ralphs roller coaster... the Banzai descent. Starting slow, RG got slower as self preservation and a gusting wind threatened to cowp him at every step. Mountain goat Ralph found conditions 'fun'. You could smell RGs relief on a safe descent. Motorway on top of the wall in that wind was impossible but R kept RG in the red zone with a 'farah' pace over Mellmore and Meelbeg before RG took a bearing for BenCrom dam.
The line to recovery was a steep boulder field (pictured on
far side of the water) It was no place for a butchers dog, a recovering
cankaholic... in fact it was no place for a chamois or sherpa goats. Losing 45mins
on the recovery scramble we finally made the dam. Good call A to miss
this one.
Relief to be on familiar ground was short lived as we
heard and saw through the cloud a silouette of the mournes stone
monster swinging his sledge hammer... very Scooby Doo. Daphne
and Velma scrambled up more elusive trails to the saddle.
Drop the bags? said Daphne (in a non suggestive manner)... was almost
as ridiculous as RG's 'let me take a bearing farce'.
Summited Binian, a quick slash had RG
peeing all over himself regardless of which direction he pointed percy
in the swirling breeze. Careful retracing... passing the pancake
rocks put R on a lunch overdrive mission to Mauds.
Lamagan was its usual unpleasant upward abyss.
Homeward bound we
contoured round looking for another non-existent trail... dropping into who knows
where we took another stab in the cloud praying for brandy pad. A
gloomy unrecognisable valley could have been the foggy side of moon or as
R suggested the Annalong valley... at which point RG's already
suspect navigation was just in tatters. A brief clearing of
cloud was enough for R to pick a line for a snowpacked gully beside
the sea of tranquility and we staggered onto the most welcome brandy pad.
Steady trot to Haresgap where Ralph let the brakes off took 300yrds
out of RG before Trassey. With cloud lifting we found a good trail to the lodge
and kept an honest pace to the car.
Mauds for grub and hangover cure. Tale of the GPS tape was
evidence to convict RG of navigation genocide... who even got
lost looking for the toilet. 5hr35min 15miles 5 peaks barely setting foot on a
trail. Thanks to Ralph for his commitment to training us. Hoping to have A
back with us for the next installment. RK maintains his intensive coffee
shop regime.
Kindest regards
RG
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